No sweet breath of air, or fresh drop of dewfrom the mountains to the deserts to the oceans blue,not one mortal, be they old or new.They shall not abide by me, they shall not abide by you.If we are caught, we shall die. That much is true.

What are they, the daemons of yore?Who are their masters, who are their lords?Too many questions asked, and many moreriddles given, but no absolutes, just wives tales and folk lore.